Page 16 of Sweet Spot

Chapter Eleven

Macy

It was instant. The heat. The slight case of delirium. The tell tale sensations in my pussy. And it knocked me nearly senseless. Trevor had kissed me many times, but I'd never had such a spontaneous reaction. In fact, there were times when I'd hardly had any reaction at all. I'd told myself it was out of self-preservation because I knew with Trevor it would never go past the kiss. So I'd trained my body not to react. I'd held down my desire because it would only have led to an unsatisfactory ending each time. But now, in the glittery haze stirred up by Chase's kiss, I wondered if my body had never reacted to Trevor's kiss because it just wasn't worth reacting to.

Chase lifted his mouth from mine. My lips trembled in loneliness. They wanted more. I wanted more.

He lifted his hand to my face and pressed his palm against my cheek. "Even better than I dreamed of."

He was a man who knew exactly what to say and at the exact right time. I, on the other hand, was utterly speechless as I catalogued, in my mind, every physical reaction I'd just experienced. Even my breasts and nipples ached from the kiss as if he'd kissed me there directly.

"Holy shit." They were the first words that ushered from my tender lips. "I dodged a bullet."

Chase straightened. "Uh, is that bad or good? I'm thinking bad."

I shook my head with a smile. "It's good for you and for me. If I hadn't caught Trevor in the act, I might have gone through with the wedding. I might have been contractually tied to a man who I had no physical interest in. He'd kissed me a thousand times and I have never—" I felt a warm blush cover my cheeks.

"Oh no, you don't get to stop there. I'll be up all night trying to fill in the blanks. You have never . . ."

I wasn't bold enough to list the intimate reactions. "I'm just questioning my entire relationship with my ex. In fact, I'm questioning everything about my personal life for the last four years." Chase certainly didn't need any more notches in his bachelor's belt. I'd already confessed enough to him. He didn't need to know how much he had aroused me with just his kiss. He probably could have guessed, anyhow, by the stars that were no doubt floating in my eyes. "I feel like I've been living in a cave . . . by myself. That jerk, I will never forgive him." Because Trevor had so badly damaged my sexual confidence with men, it took all my courage to reach up and press my hand against Chase's chest. It was hard and impressive beneath my palm. The muscles in his pecs tensed more as if my touch had caused a physical reaction. I lifted my hand away, but he reached up, took hold of my wrist and placed it there again. His chest rose and fell with a breath. The soft cotton of his shirt wasn't barrier enough, and I felt the heat of him against my palm.

"Chase, could we try that again? That whole kissing thing. Could we do that—" My request was cut short by his mouth.

This time, rather than just hold me, his hands explored my back. His palm smoothed over the cotton fabric of my dress and journeyed down toward my bottom. I found myself jutting my bottom out just a little more than was natural, in hopes that his hand would eventually brush over it. My wish was granted, and I found myself melting against him as his hand ran over my ass. His tongue danced intimately over my bottom lip as he bunched the fabric of my dress up in his fingers, lifting the hem high enough that I felt a breeze brush against my panties. That same breeze cooled the moisture that was quickly pooling between my legs. All this and he had done nothing more than bunch up the skirt of my dress a few inches. How the hell would I react if he'd swept that same dress up and over my head, slowly stripping me naked, right there on his dad's balcony? That erotic thought produced a mewling sound in my throat that I'd never heard before. It was a sound that made him groan in response.

His kiss deepened. He released the fabric of my dress and pushed his hand beneath the hem. My knees turned to jelly as his hand swept over my panties and his fingers teased and tugged at the thin, silky fabric. My body trembled with the possibility of his fingers slipping beneath my panties and between my legs.

Then with a sound that seemed a mix of lust and frustration, he dropped his hand and lifted his mouth from mine. The strain I saw in his face mirrored the way my entire body felt. I'd been turning to pure hot liquid in his arms, but his sudden retreat had frozen me solid.

Had I done something wrong? I could only imagine how much the virgin thing would turn off a man with his experience.

"I guess we should heat that dinner." For a guy who was always as cool and smooth as cream, his voice sounded tight and gritty. I wasn't sure how to decipher what had just happened. My own inexperience left me feeling confused and more than just a little disappointed.

"Yes," I said with a weak smile. "Let's eat."

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